Dreams hold the answers, even if the questions are not yet known.

Oftentimes the answers that you seek are not the ones you are expecting to receive.

The circus had been unlike anything I could ever imagine and I could not walk away. I wanted to be a part of the magic, create it and wield it with such skill that it looked effortless. I wanted to fly.

The circus collects the outsiders like a flame tempts moths.

Secrets, once spoken, have a way of running away from you. They cannot be gathered in again.

Everyone had grown used to giving orders to the pleasant-voiced feminine robots. Alexa, Siri, Sophia, Sage, do this for me. A perky ‘okay’, and your wish was her command. They’d all been doing it for years before women started realising the men in their lives had been conditioned to do the same to them. And by then it was too late.

Whenever I asked her to tell me what happened up there, Naomi would say no one who has been to space could ever describe it to someone who hasn’t.

Earth was such a little, vulnerable thing in the grand scope of the universe.

I felt as though my mind and heart had been dragged through a thicket of rose bushes and caught on every little thorn.

I was just thinking how the purr of a contented cat is one of my favorite sounds in the world. There's something so comforting about it, isn't there?